Tessa’s POV
I was woken in the morning by a persistent knock at my door that didn’t go away no matter how long I ignored it. I sat up with a groan and padded to the door to turn open the lock.
A maid came through a moment later and curtsied. “Good morning, Miss. The King wants you to get ready and come downstairs immediately.”
I frowned at her, confused, my sleep-addled brain not comprehending what was going on. I was even more confused when she pressed what looked like a tracksuit piece and some trainers in my hand. I unfolded the cloth to reveal that it was indeed that.
Looking back to the maid, she offered no other insight, so I nodded hesitantly. “Alright. Tell him to please give me a few minutes.”
She nodded and curtsied again before leaving me to prepare.
I didn’t bother to sho
